In the previous chapters: During our high school finals ceremony, I saw from a distance my high school teammate, Brenda, who tried to seduce me before. Near her sat an older woman who had a very attractive smile. Assuming it was her mother, I contacted Brenda and started dating her with the insane hope of one day getting her mother. They invited me to their home, and I formed a good relationship with the mother, Elena, too. One day, Brenda fell and had complicated fractures in her leg. She had surgery and needed to stay in the hospital for several weeks. Brenda asked me to stay in touch with her mother, who was mostly alone since her father spent more time in Japan than at home. One day, Elena confided in me, saying her husband had a mistress in Japan and even fathered a child there. She was stuck in limbo because he was their breadwinner. I consoled her, and eventually, we ended up in bed together. In the days that followed, we bonded further, both emotionally and physically. The only cloud over our heads was how to explain to Brenda that we cheated on her.
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In the next 2 mornings, Elena and I visited Brenda and followed her rehabilitation process. On both days, after seeing Brenda in the hospital, her mother and I continued strengthening our relationship. We bought Elena new, more appropriate clothes and then went to a Maroon 5 concert. We strolled downtown hand in hand and were very happy together. Sex evolved as well: We couldn’t take our hands from each other and fucked twice a day. Elena even rated our 4 different sexual encounters. She liked missionary, laughed at our session on the washing machine, was fond of doggy-style, and loved cowgirl. She also said that if I promised to ‘take it easy,’ she was curious and willing to try titfucking and even anal.
I was in love. It was so much unlike me: In the past, I was only looking for a girl I could have a good time with. Yet I cherished every moment I was with Elena; chatting, showering, sleeping, and having sex. Elena changed, too. Before, her only constant company was Brenda, and for the rest of her time, she was mostly home alone. Sex – Nada for years. And now, she blossomed into a happy, cheerful lady, and craving sexual activity whenever we had an opportunity. In retrospect, the sex part I should have expected: Women’s peak libido is believed to occur around the age of 40…
The only issue that clouded our perfect relationship was ‘what’ and ‘how’ to talk to Brenda about it. Realizing time was running out, I volunteered to take the blame and, if needed, suffer the brunt of the consequences,
On the 3rd morning, Elena flew to see her parents in Virginia, and I visited Brenda without her. Brenda was smiley, as usual lately, since hearing her discharge would be feasible soon. I knew the doctor’s visit would occur about 40 minutes later and told Brenda I had to discuss a serious subject with her.
I asked, “Do you love your mother?”
“Of course. What a silly question.”
“How MUCH do you love her?”
“Hunter, what’s wrong? I am willing to die for her and will continue loving her even if she kills another person.”
“I love her the same…”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I fell in love with your Mom.”
“You mean you feel toward her the same way as toward me?”
“… yes…”
She grinned, “That’s funny. What are you planning to do about it.”
“Unfortunately, by mistake, I already did the unthinkable.”
“Hunter, please, tell me what is going on.”
“Three days ago, after dinner, I convinced your Mom to go to a bar. We had a good time, danced, and drank too much. I could barely drive home and was lucky I wasn’t caught by the police. When we arrived home, I remember Elena smiling, saying she was going to undress and go to sleep. I went to the bathroom, finished there, and went to bed. The rest I could not recall.
I woke up naked in your Mom’s bed, spooning with her, having a woodie. I lifted the blanket and realized she was naked as well. My head was spinning, feeling the classic signs of a hangover. As I was standing in the nude by the bed, your Mom turned to me, opened her eyes, and inspected my body.
She asked in a sleepy voice, ‘Hunter, your body looks great, but what are you doing naked in my room?’
I replied, ‘I found myself in my birthday suit, hugging your naked body.’
She looked at herself and saw she was naked, too. She covered herself, ‘What happened last night?’
‘I am not sure, but covering yourself now is too late. I saw you had a fantastic body.’
‘Did we have sex?’
‘I can’t remember a thing.’
‘That’s what can happen when drinking too much in a bar. Funny, I remember dreaming about you entering my room and asking if you could sleep in my bed, since it was warmer, and I agreed. I slept the night better than any other in memory.’
I chuckled, ‘Perhaps it’s not a bad idea to sleep like that the next night, too…’
She stared at me, ‘Are you serious?’
‘I am. I slept beautifully, too.’
‘How can you suggest such a thing if you date my daughter?’
‘I was trying to be practical. Both of us slept the night better. Why not?’
‘Isn’t it going to lead to temptation?’
‘I promise to behave.’
‘I don’t know…’
‘Elena, you know I’ll never do anything you don’t wish me to.’
‘OK, but no hanky-panky.’
‘Cross my heart.’
We felt good during the day and went to a picnic in nature. Afternoon, Elena showed me some exercises and yoga pauses. After dinner, we watched a romantic movie together, and then we went to bed. Your mother went first, wearing a nighty, and I joined her later, wearing my briefs. I entered under the cold blanket and moved closer to her since it was warmer. She asked me how it felt, and I answered it was still cold. She mumbled that her side was warm and cozy. I perceived it as an invitation.
Her back was toward me. I came very close, hugged her tummy, and whispered, ‘Elena, now it feels much better.’ She didn’t answer, but I felt her pulse racing. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and neither one fell asleep. Then her breathing increased, and she moved slightly back toward me.
I could smell her hair, feel her soft tummy, and now her back touched my body. I got aroused. I tried to think about politics, but my cock kept hardening. There was no way she couldn’t feel it. She moved her hand back and touched my tumescent pecker.
She asked, ‘Hunter, didn’t you promise to be a good boy?’
‘I did. I am sorry, but I have no control over HIS behavior, but I won’t hurt you. Eventually, it will shrink.’
‘Do you wish to masturbate in the bathroom?’
‘I hate to play with myself. As I said, it will deflate later.’
‘What did you do when it happened to you with Brenda?’
‘She was always happy to take care of it. If she was horny, we had sex, and if not, she sucked me to completion.’